This Site Is Dedicated To The Memory Of Gloria Marguerite Kyle

She was fierce, she was loyal, she was passionate, she was devoted, she was there for you for every crisis you ever encountered, she was your prayer warrior, she was the warm soft hand that rubbed yours to console you in times of trouble…my mom.

She was joyous and would celebrate in my victories, and she would feel my pain and suffering when I faced defeats or trials.

I was a horribly rebellious teenager and she never gave up on me. As I matured, I regretted putting her through that but it taught me how to be a mom who could forgive her child’s mistakes. She was present as each of my children entered this world and was the first person in this family to set eyes on my youngest child. She held my hand in the ambulance, she prayed all the way to the hospital, she encouraged me to hang in there, and she was the first person to touch my baby’s skin.

As her parents showed her an intense affection for all animals, she has passed that legacy on to her children, her grandchildren and her great grandchildren. Because of her, I have now become involved in her poodle world, breeding dogs on my own, being encouraged in my baby stages of this business by the woman who gave me life.

It has been an immense privilege to watch her be a grandmother to my children. She always knew the right moment to be encouraging to my kids, to be stern, to be silly, to pray for them, to pray with them, to rub their temples and soothe them, or to just make them a milkshake and sit down with them and commiserate about the world. She, through my two young sisters and my first born child, taught me how to be a mom by showing me how to bath a newborn, how to properly diaper a baby, how to hold your baby when you breast feed, and how to love that little one completely. Because of her involvement in my life, she saved my sanity and helped me find the Lord which is what is giving me strength at this time. Her input into every aspect of my life has helped me become the woman I am today, be it a mother, a grandma, a friend, an aunt, a sister, a dog breeder.

She had an amazing pride in every feat her kids and grandkids accomplished and would get on the phone and tell anyone who would listen about one of their latest endeavours or victories.

Her last year was the best year of her life. She had seen her brother Bill from California, she spent two weeks with my brother Rod in Gananoque, and she got to watch her Blue Jays play at the SkyDome along with my sister Lisa and her husband Scott.

She had a wonderful litter of silver poodle puppies, her financial burdens had lightened immensely, and her relationships with all of her family and friends had seemed to deepen over her last year. For this, I thank God, because it has brought us all tremendous comfort during our sorrow knowing that she died happy.

While her passing has brought me an unbelievable amount of grief, knowing that she will be waiting for me one day with her arms wide open makes my own arrival in Heaven a thing to look forward to.

Mom, how could I possibly ever tell you how much I have loved you and respected you? Just know I did and that you will continue to be my source of inspiration, my comfort, and my love for you will just continue to grow.